Trace: How’s this, Flora?
Flora: Oh, that feels great. Harder, harder!
Trace: How’s that?
Flora: That’s better. But you can still brush harder. My fur isn’t that fragile.
Flora: Um… Trace… I’ve been wondering.. Do you think of me as just another Keidran?
Trace: What? Of course not. I don’t think of you as a Keidran at all.
Trace: But then again, you’re really the only woman I know… I have nothing to compare with.
Flora: Oh… right.
Trace: So… want me to keep brushing?
Flora: Sigh, no, no. I think I’d better—
Flora: (thoughts) W-what is he… is he going to…?
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